i'm crazy, i know
i figured that part out quite easily
because the way you go oh-so teasingly
there isn't a wattage equivalent when my face glows
at your simple smile
and all the while,
here i'll go again
trying to convince myself
"no, i don't"
and we just act as friends
anyways, a relationship wouldn't
-couldn't-
happen
no, it won't
because you're oil, shiny and repelling
of me, purely plain water, basic in telling
that we can co-exist
in separate existences
so your back to mine
in skin to skin bliss
and in all due time,
you'll just be fading memories to miss
YOU ARE READING
phantasmagoria
Romancea collection of poems that are the results of late night feelings and conflicting emotions
